The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing

#379 - You're next, Archbishop of Greed

Zun Zun might be able to do a good speech, but it's unlikely Zun Zun will do a good speech.

After all, the Crimson Demons are a bunch of hopeless chuunibyou. How could they not show off at a time like this?

But I hope he doesn't do that.

Right now, the citizens of Priestella are encountering unforeseen circumstances and are following guidance to move to shelters. However, what happens next is too difficult to predict, even for those in positions of power.

The appearance of the Witch Cult, the occupation of the control tower, the rude demands, and the great flood.

The insidious and venomous scolding of the woman disgusted the people who were frightened by the unease. Dangerous remarks were interspersed with foul abuse, enough to let despair dominate the city.

Locked in a dark shelter, unable to obtain contact with the outside world, unable to see any sign of improvement, and even hearing the roar of the Great Water Gate being opened, flooding the city.

Even if the impact was minimal, it still shattered the hearts of those trembling with anxiety.

Impatience and displeasure gradually grew.

This atmosphere quickly spread. The pent-up dissatisfaction and discontent turned into a silent madness that spread.

—This is what was happening in the City Hall before Zun Zun returned.

But the atmosphere changed after he came back.

First, he brought the heartening news of the defeat of the Sin Archbishop of Lust, and then he healed Crusch. His super strength and extreme effectiveness blew away the unbearable atmosphere in one breath.

And now, Zun Zun is going to use the same method to blow away the haze in the hearts of the other people in Priestella.

"We can only trust Zun Zun."

"Yes."

Natsuki Subaru's murmur was actually answered. He turned his head to look at the one-armed man beside him, his expression becoming somewhat surprised.

"I'm really surprised. Al, do you think so too?"

"I guess... I thought it was impossible, but I didn't expect such a big surprise. This unexpected development is really shocking. I... I've never seen such a development before."

"Huh???"

Al said this with a profound meaning.

Natsuki Subaru always felt that there was something behind his words, but it wasn't malice or jealousy, but genuine surprise and admiration.

Although he didn't know what the inside story was, Al seemed to have a significant connection with the Witch Cult.

The person who deserted before the battle with the Sin Archbishop of Lust would definitely prefer not to fight the Sin Archbishops. However, he didn't say anything now.

"I thought you would try to dissuade him."

"If you were going to give the speech, brother, I would have done that." Al shrugged and said, "To make you give up your fantasy of being a hero... or something like that?"

Such a soft, direct admonition struck Natsuki Subaru's eardrums, gradually stiffening his expression.

A hero must never lose, must achieve victory, shoulder hope, bear expectations, and fight to show the future. If you make up your mind, you must do it, no matter what.

After a long while, Natsuki Subaru slowly came back to his senses and let out a deep breath.

"...I've always thought so."

He had always thought so.

Losing meant losing everything, and that had never changed.

"Is that so?" Al seemed to realize that Natsuki Subaru had waded through the mud alone, and said with some surprise, "I actually think you should go up and give the speech now, brother."

"Honestly, I think so too. Hey, is it too late for me to go up now?"

"...It's probably too late."

He saw that Zun Zun had already picked up the broadcast microphone and took a deep breath—

Before that.

Natsuki Subaru thought of something and asked, "Al, you're not stopping Zun Zun, is it because you think he can do what you said?"

"I..."

Al opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, a louder voice drowned out his voice.

"GOOD—MORNING—!"

A loud, energetic voice.

In that instant, everyone couldn't help but cover their ears and squat down with a pained expression. The almost eardrum-piercing roar emanated from the broadcast, spreading throughout Priestella.

Before they were surprised that Zun Zun had such strong lung capacity, they were even more surprised that the broadcast could be so loud.

The effect of the loud voice was naturally to shock everyone. Some people in the shelters who were still fighting because of the commotion caused by the Sin Archbishop of Lust all stopped unconsciously and looked up at the dim ceiling of the shelters.

Zun Zun was still giving a speech in front of the broadcast.

No, could that be called a speech? Rather than a speech, it was more like—

"—Citizens of Priestella, good morning. It's a refreshing morning. Although it's a bit late, today's broadcast will continue as usual..."

Daily broadcast?

What is this doing?

Natsuki Subaru was a little nervous, and he subconsciously wanted to interrupt, "Zun Zun, what are you doing..."

"Wait a moment, Mr. Natsuki. It's on the air right now."

Anastasia grabbed his arm.

"But can this be considered encouragement? If you want to cheer up the people in the city, shouldn't you say something more... more passionate, more enthusiastic?"

"I see. In your opinion, that's what should be done? No, normally speaking, your approach would be the correct one, right?"

"Then—"

"But this unconventional approach is also a good method."

Huh???

Natsuki Subaru was confused.

"To make everyone feel at ease, to calm the unease and impatience in their hearts." Anastasia touched the fox scarf around her neck and exclaimed, "Rather, that's the depth of what Zun Zun is doing. I'm really defeated by him."

"So, what does it mean? Stop being cryptic at a time like this!"

He asked anxiously in a low voice.

"It's very simple, brother." It was Al who answered the question. "As students, what do you do every morning after the spare bell rings?"

"What do I do? Of course, it's morning assembly... Ah!"

Natsuki Subaru suddenly understood.

For Priestella now, an inspiring encouragement is a good method, but Zun Zun's approach of making them feel calm and no different from the old days is also very useful. Rather, it's precisely because they listen to the broadcast every day that they can calm down even more.

The unchanging, habitual broadcast will make them think that Priestella has returned to its former tranquility.

Of course, the Sin Archbishops are still here.

They won't think that the danger has been lifted.

But just thinking about it will make you understand that rebroadcasting means that they have regained the City Hall. They will no longer have their minds disturbed, and they will have room to endure. It invisibly gave them a lot of courage and confidence.

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"...That's all for today's broadcast. I wish all citizens a wonderful day."

The broadcast was gradually coming to an end.

But it was far from enough. The confidence given to them was not enough, and they still lacked a shot in the arm. So, Zun Zun, who saw through this, injected it at this time.

"Although it's a bit late, please allow your new broadcaster, your good friend, to introduce himself at the end of the program."

The sound of rubbing rang out.

It seemed to be tidying up his clothes.

"I am Zun Zun. Zun Zun, the candidate for the Kingdom, Zun Zun of the Crimson Demons, Zun Zun, the only one supreme in heaven and earth, and also Zun Zun who just defeated the Sin Archbishop of Lust!"

After that, there was silence, as if giving the citizens time to digest the information.

Just one minute later.

A faint clamor came from the city.

Even though they were in the underground shelter, even though they were far away from the City Hall, their voices were still clearly heard by everyone.

The citizens' clamor also gave Anastasia and the others the belief to fight the Witch Cult.

Zun Zun slowly uttered a sentence into the broadcast, in front of all the citizens and companions, and even in a situation where the Sin Archbishops in the city could hear it.

"—I will drive all the Sin Archbishops out of Priestella! The next one is you, the Sin Archbishop of Greed!"

Then, he turned off the broadcast.

He let out a breath of turbid air and looked at the people behind him.

"How was it? Was my speech good?"

"Well... how should I put it?"

Natsuki Subaru and the others looked at each other and said after confirming their respective thoughts, "The middle part was good, but what was that at the end? Not to mention making strange poses, you even issued a challenge in public. Doesn't that make the other party vigilant?"

"Sorry, sorry, it was subconscious."

When Zun Zun introduced himself, he couldn't help but make the chuunibyou pose of the Crimson Demons. This was an old habit he had developed from childhood in the Crimson Demon clan.

Anastasia chuckled softly, "But overall, the speech was wonderful."

"Wonderful..."

Each speech has its own theme, which is what the Crimson Demon speech manual once said.

Before the speech, many themes emerged in Zun Zun's mind, but he finally chose the theme of the sun rising as usual.

This means that no matter what happens in Priestella, the daily life will not be taken away by external factors, which invisibly gives them the expectation and courage to restore their former tranquility.

The only drawback is that it's not exciting enough.

And Zun Zun, at the very end, issued a challenge to the Sin Archbishop of Greed as if no one else was there, which can be said to be a provocative act.

"Is that really okay? Maybe the Sin Archbishop of Greed is already furious."

"Ah, that's exactly what I want him to be."

Zun Zun did it on purpose.

Just like the Sin Archbishop of Lust said, the Sin Archbishop of Greed is a man with a particularly small mind—that is to say, he is petty and not very smart.

This is how it is after being invincible.

Superman: Super intelligence, tell me how to defeat the enemy.

Super intelligence: Use super strength.

Because he was too invincible, that guy became too lazy to think over time. Maybe he is in the room now, smashing cups in anger.

"—Bang!"

A cup was smashed hard on the ground.

The Sin Archbishop of Greed hammered the table hard as if he was still not relieved, and the table instantly burst apart.

The flying debris cut another girl in the room, but she didn't dodge or cry out in pain, and didn't even frown. She was expressionless, as if she was just a doll that could breathe.

"That bastard, he's just complacent after destroying a mere low-class bitch. How dare he talk to me like that? This is an infringement of my rights. Doesn't that guy know..."

And just as he was muttering, the door of the room was pushed open. A silver-haired half-elf girl appeared outside the door. She turned a blind eye to the mess in the room and said:

"—Let's, hold a wedding ceremony."